In the space
of your desire
I find a most
fabulous feeling,
an awakening
long buried,
way down
under there,
painfully
gone for
so long,
afraid, yes
I was
now I can
admit to that
there is no
other way
to say it,
I put myself
out to pasture
cut off those
advances
which would
make me
feel anything
akin
to your loving,
and now you
have faced
me down
with your
style and
guile,
straightforward
sexy moves,
tender holding
in the night,
no words can
describe the
seed you have
planted,
it is more like
the pounding of
blood, a thirst
for remembering
how good it
is to be cherished,
I will relent
with these
words and
surrender,
when it happens
you know,
and I know
we connect
in that place
where miracles
occur,
it is not
too late
to feel or
smile,
reach out
and touch
read your lips,
engulf us
in the waves
of dawn,
come along…

 

©J.W.WINSLOW 8/1/12